Luyện nghe bài hát We Got That

(The Ryders)
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(Double R, baby)
Flame on,
Cmon, cmon,

Aiyyo, yall niggas take too long them up in duct tape
Me, I just make sure they stomp crush grapes
I make the shed a tear
Give em a gun, if I had two here
Two over there, playin fair

Yall niggas like loose leaf paper, easy to
Drag just burn that up and get it outta
Yall think, goin from heaven to hell?
aint goin nowhere

But in the same town on the same ground
And I care how you livin it up
I even got dead niggas up
You can bet, I come you up
Them niggas bust guns to make niggas run by me

I squeeze mine one eye and one closed and focus
The one open is at the tip of the
When it blows, yall so called die hoes
Dont rhymes or flows, just air mark
Snap with a finger, yall wanted in dead park

Anything dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Anything thats dealin dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in for combat
Stand clear, all yall have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the fuck you spit mean?
Same bitch that tried to put Irv Gotti
I had a snotty scream
Was to die in a red beam
Never ask I need cash
Im a customer, I snatch cream

Soldier, cross over, knock on my
Wit Jehovah, huh, the populations over
Im early retirements
you blast last when Im firing
Dyin in the blood you in

Went from the full house to the raw
To niggas tryin to rip my out
Try it now, nigga, your jaw out
You dont my gun to go pow, pow

Well, Ima have your the same color
As a of a chow, chow, nigga
These aint water pistols, they shoot many
And when I set em off, they your bones to the grissle

Only I how it was gonna come
Put up in your mom, for your only son
Im everyone

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got
Cock back, in position for combat
Stand clear, all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Anything thats with dough, we got that
back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Uh, Im psychologically fucked up, the truth
See, Is sick, throwin up henny and [unverified]
Poof, me gone, I pray for the death of my
I worked up and hugged her and told her that I loved her

Sick sin, my ink pen stay in the
me king, I spit through the eyes of a fiend
Golden ice, I for the love of my wife
she ran out and dumped me, and po-po pump me

Came home, of as the king of my throne
Back to Roleys, to smokin bones with Coley
My demo was than a lot of yall records
Bed rocked your ass, down, so let the gun go

I murdered some for dough
Hit em up fast, them die extra slow
I lock shop when I come with the blue tops
Smokin a ooh, whop, with all cocked

Anything dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Anything dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in for combat
Stand clear, all yall have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Anything thats with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for
Stand clear, all yall have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Anything dealin with dough, we got that
back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

See now, there it go, got it
The East Coast, West Coast
Warren G doin it with my niggas from the Ruff
Eve, my drag-on
Yeah, thats how we it, like that for yall
In the 99